Destroying Beauty (Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club): Vegas Titans Series by Celia Loren Page B
Authors: Celia Loren
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my body, and having my mind go a little quieter for
a while. I love learning about all the plant species, and thinking about what
I'd put where. Not that it's all just physical labor, either. Holt thinks about
the pH levels in the soil, sustainability, price.
A small smile comes to my lips. Three weeks ago I felt like
my world was caving in on me, and now I have a new man in my life, and maybe a
new career.
My buzzer sounds, surprising me, and Holt's voice crackles
over the speaker. I push the button to let him in and pace around my living
room until I hear his knock at my door. I bite my lip as I open the door. He's
freshly showered, his still-damp hair tumbling just over his shoulders, and his
black t-shirt stretched over his giant chest. I want to throw myself on him
immediately, but I notice he's standing a bit awkwardly with his hands behind
his back.
"I have something for you," he murmurs seriously,
and brings his arms in front of him. I grin as I see what he's holding. Women's
gardening gloves. I take them from his hands, touching the green and white
stitching.
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
"Jo, will you…come and work for me?"
I laugh. "I thought you'd never ask!" I pull on
the gloves. They're a perfect fit, unlike the men's gloves he has that swim on
my hands. I frown slightly even as I admire them. "Are you sure this isn't
too much too soon? I mean, we're already spending a lot of time together, and
even couples that have been together for years don't necessarily want to work
together. And there are other landscaping jobs I could look for."
"Fuck, jumping to my competition already."
"You know what I mean."
He closes the door behind him and steers me over to the couch.
"Look, this kind of work isn't like an office job anyway. We work when we
get the jobs, so we won't always be on top of each other. Though with what
you've been dealing with, I don't know if that would be such a bad thing.
Besides, I can always fire you."
"Gee, thanks. OK, just one more concern."
"Lay it on me," he says, sinking onto the nearest
seat and tucking his arm along the back of the couch.
"Am I actually a good worker? I mean, you're not just
hiring me because I'm your girlfriend, right? I've been doing pushups to
increase my upper body strength, and I promise I'll keep doing those."
He begins to laugh quietly, rubbing his eyes with his thumb
and pointer finger. "You're a good worker. Even Dale said so. Any more
concerns?"
"No, that’s it. Thank you!" I fling my arms around
his neck, my nose brushing against the scruff on his neck. "I'll give my
two weeks' notice at Billy's tomorrow."
"And that's when I can beat up Carl?"
Holt now harbors a deep dislike of my manager, ever since I
told him how he hits on me.
"No, no beating up Carl. Even after I quit."
"Mm, we'll see," he says, his arm dropping
casually onto my back. "There's actually something I wanted to talk to you
about, too…" he trails off as his fingers begin to inch around, exploring.
"What exactly am I feeling here? What do you have on under this?" he
asks, attempting to peer down the front of my shirt.
"A surprise," I admit, blushing, now suddenly shy.
"A surprise?" he echoes, his eyes lighting up.
"Lemme see," he says, reaching for the bottom hem of my shirt.
"Wait, wait," I giggle. "OK, just promise you
won't laugh. I've never worn anything like this before and I'm worried I'm
going to look…silly."
"If it's what I think it is, you're not going to look
silly," he replies slowly, his eyes practically glowing.
I giggle again. God, I don't know what's wrong with me. It's
not like Holt and I haven't had sex before, but something about this is making
me all nervous again. "Alright, you go wait in the bedroom. I'll be right
in."
He smiles in a way that makes me shiver and obediently heads
into the bedroom. I stand and follow him, breaking off into the bathroom to
finish my look. I pull the stockings out from under the sink where I stashed
them and
a while. I love learning about all the plant species, and thinking about what
I'd put where. Not that it's all just physical labor, either. Holt thinks about
the pH levels in the soil, sustainability, price.
A small smile comes to my lips. Three weeks ago I felt like
my world was caving in on me, and now I have a new man in my life, and maybe a
new career.
My buzzer sounds, surprising me, and Holt's voice crackles
over the speaker. I push the button to let him in and pace around my living
room until I hear his knock at my door. I bite my lip as I open the door. He's
freshly showered, his still-damp hair tumbling just over his shoulders, and his
black t-shirt stretched over his giant chest. I want to throw myself on him
immediately, but I notice he's standing a bit awkwardly with his hands behind
his back.
"I have something for you," he murmurs seriously,
and brings his arms in front of him. I grin as I see what he's holding. Women's
gardening gloves. I take them from his hands, touching the green and white
stitching.
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
"Jo, will you…come and work for me?"
I laugh. "I thought you'd never ask!" I pull on
the gloves. They're a perfect fit, unlike the men's gloves he has that swim on
my hands. I frown slightly even as I admire them. "Are you sure this isn't
too much too soon? I mean, we're already spending a lot of time together, and
even couples that have been together for years don't necessarily want to work
together. And there are other landscaping jobs I could look for."
"Fuck, jumping to my competition already."
"You know what I mean."
He closes the door behind him and steers me over to the couch.
"Look, this kind of work isn't like an office job anyway. We work when we
get the jobs, so we won't always be on top of each other. Though with what
you've been dealing with, I don't know if that would be such a bad thing.
Besides, I can always fire you."
"Gee, thanks. OK, just one more concern."
"Lay it on me," he says, sinking onto the nearest
seat and tucking his arm along the back of the couch.
"Am I actually a good worker? I mean, you're not just
hiring me because I'm your girlfriend, right? I've been doing pushups to
increase my upper body strength, and I promise I'll keep doing those."
He begins to laugh quietly, rubbing his eyes with his thumb
and pointer finger. "You're a good worker. Even Dale said so. Any more
concerns?"
"No, that’s it. Thank you!" I fling my arms around
his neck, my nose brushing against the scruff on his neck. "I'll give my
two weeks' notice at Billy's tomorrow."
"And that's when I can beat up Carl?"
Holt now harbors a deep dislike of my manager, ever since I
told him how he hits on me.
"No, no beating up Carl. Even after I quit."
"Mm, we'll see," he says, his arm dropping
casually onto my back. "There's actually something I wanted to talk to you
about, too…" he trails off as his fingers begin to inch around, exploring.
"What exactly am I feeling here? What do you have on under this?" he
asks, attempting to peer down the front of my shirt.
"A surprise," I admit, blushing, now suddenly shy.
"A surprise?" he echoes, his eyes lighting up.
"Lemme see," he says, reaching for the bottom hem of my shirt.
"Wait, wait," I giggle. "OK, just promise you
won't laugh. I've never worn anything like this before and I'm worried I'm
going to look…silly."
"If it's what I think it is, you're not going to look
silly," he replies slowly, his eyes practically glowing.
I giggle again. God, I don't know what's wrong with me. It's
not like Holt and I haven't had sex before, but something about this is making
me all nervous again. "Alright, you go wait in the bedroom. I'll be right
in."
He smiles in a way that makes me shiver and obediently heads
into the bedroom. I stand and follow him, breaking off into the bathroom to
finish my look. I pull the stockings out from under the sink where I stashed
them and
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